Travels with a Burro

Song-bird
Screeeeech!
Down a long, dark alley, where darkness leads unto darkness
Distant gloom, undeniable waits.
As he crosses the street, he thinks twice, he looks back
shouldes tucked in, hands clasped against a dark and tainted plum, red suade
His once to be white-straw hat turned sleuth
Cringing- his teeth shatter in their pain-stake roots
His lower jaw flaws about unrudy to the angle
Mannerisms are vague as he shrugs the lamplight unto the sullen street
And as he merely appears a slumber
He silently strolls asleu
Drifting, edging, his stay